Treasure Island

charlie birkett


Butterfly


butterflies, butterflies,
beautiful butterflies
wings spread out
for everyone to see

the colors of a rainbow
red to violet, violet to red
the patterns of a rainbow
sea to shore, shore to sea

i’m going to catch my butterfly
soaring through the stars
stars shining bright
as the sun shines

the wings of faith
fluttering across the sky
the wings of hope
helping with every hand


i’m going to catch my butterfly
soaring through the stars
stars shining bright
as the sun shines

the clouds of emptiness
Suffering with every silence
the clouds of dead air
just butterflies, shining the night

i’m going to catch my butterfly
soaring through the stars
stars shining bright
as the sun shines

butterflies,
beautiful butterflies

Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

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